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Theo: Poor you, taking one for the team.

Theo: I’m sure your sacrifice will be noted 😉

Marcus: Guess I'll take one for the team and be a real homie. 😏

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Theo: Either way, it’s a win-win.

Theo: How about you get your cute lil ass over here and we can decide?

Roman: True homies do bathe together, I agree.

Roman: Shall I come sit between your legs, or are you going between mine: ;-)

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Theo: Looking for a real homie. Theo: [photo]

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One word to describe Theo and why? ps would love to read some paras and solos of Theo. What a handsome man.

// In one word, Theo is enthusiastic. Genuinely, in everything he does, there’s always an element of sincere eagerness to it.

I will definitely get around to writing some paras for my babe. Just need to warm up a lil.

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Noting the enthusiasm that rang in the air, Theo smiled all too proudly as he stopped in his tracks, familiar of the feeling that came with being new to the island. Not too long ago, he held the very glee. And when the Haus moved to the island, he held it yet again. One quick glance at the man’s wrist was all he needed to confirm his assumption: a newbie.

Turning on his heels, he couldn’t resist, approaching the other. “Welcome to the Haus.” he said, before repeating it again as the other didn’t seem to catch it the first time around. “And yes, the client cabins are way bigger, and grander looking. We get the basic stuff. Good enough, if you ask me.” he quipped, folding his arms over his chest as he looked over at the staff cabins. “Beats a small hotel room anytime.”

Open Starter Location: Staff cabins area

With only one backpack hanging on his shoulder, Dimitri checked the number on the paper that was in his hand one more time. The moment he arrived on the island and was registered as a staff member, he was given some forms to fill, and then a key to one of the staff cabins, which would be his home for the foreseeable future. He was instructed how to get there, and he was following exactly that path, between palm trees and fancy pools, and the beach line always in sight. But the moment he got to the area where the cabins were he stopped on his track, eyes wide like plates. “Those are the cabins? Wow! I wonder what the clients ones are like then!” he said, speaking out loud, and only to himself. 

But he had failed to notice there was actually someone behind him, listening to what he was saying.

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“I want this so bad.” the ragged breathing barely made his words audible. The faster Thomas pumped his finger in and out of him, the weaker he felt, feeling his restraint be stretched out with every purposeful taunt and tease. The dragged out foreplay was certainly effective, that poor Theo was more or less reduced to a simpering mess of a man whore. If he cared little for what Thomas thought of him, he would have already been jerking off before the other could even shove his cock up his ass.

It had started out so quiet, but by then, the younger one was anything but; he had never restricted himself from shutting up during sex, and the agonizing power play courtesy of the King did little to stifle his mouth and dampen the sounds. A second finger in the mix had the Scotsman balling up his fists and pressing his lips together tightly, knees wavering slightly as the harshness of it put put his hole to the test, whilst simultaneously continuing to fray him. And it still wasn’t quite the end.

Thomas’ request was unusually difficult, and if he hadn’t already put in the insane effort into prolonging his own pleasure, he would have just thrown in the towel by then. Alas, the bite on his ass reminded him of his truth — that he was whipped for the man in prestigious power, so much so that his irrational mind already agreed to such a request. The pay-off, in his head, was well worth it; otherwise, the worst case scenario would be to lose Thomas’ attention and have someone fuck and finish him off instead.

Heart beat wildly against his chest, and painstakingly slowly, he bent his knees, lowering his hips and ass such that he was aware that the male’s fingers were still inside of him. It was no moment of elegance, to move at a turtle’s place in executing each careful way that his limb, joint and muscle should move. Leaning on the planted portion of his frame that rested heavily against the couch, Theo laggardly rolled off to his side, and then to his back, heeding immense caution in the laborous directive. Finally, he lifted his legs up in the air, open-mouthed in his erratic breathing, only opening his eyes then in anticipation of the King’s reaction. “I—“ Words were failing him now, his body an absolute mix of overwhelmed sensations of pleasure and desperation, heading off into achingly dangerous levels.

Nothing – there was absolutely nothing – that made Thomas lose control as much as watching someone lose theirs. Even more so when he was the sole responsible for their downfall. Theodore felt so fucking tight around that lonesome finger every single time that Thomas would thrust it deeper to hit that bundle of nerves deep within, the staff would do nothing more than to desperately clench around the intrusion. So fucking tight… and he hasn’t even begun to fuck him. “Look at you.” Thomas admired the beautiful position Theo was in. His upper half was low on the couch while he presented his ass high in the air for him to admire and use as he deemed fit. What a good little obedient slut he was. “You really want this.” And that – that was music to Thomas’ ears as he slowly increased the pace on which he was ravishing the other man’s hole. But no fucking him. Not yet. Instead, he added a second finger, scissoring the insides of the staff in order to loosen him up a bit and loving how fucking tight he would clench himself yet again. If that felt so damn good around his fingers – how long would he even last the moment he started to fuck Theodore where he stood? If he was that damn tight now, Thomas was pretty damn sure that he wouldn’t last all that long the moment he claimed what he most wanted. “I got an idea but that involves you to move slowly… for I still want my fingers inside of you throughout the whole thing.” Thomas smirked and leaned in, slowly dragging his tongue over the crack of the other man’s ass before giving a harsh bite on the left cheek. “I want you to move and roll to your back. I want you on your back, your lovely hands underneath your legs to keep them high up in the air.” And that was not the best part as Thomas repeated the previous action on the right cheek, biting down on the tender flesh. “If you manage to change positions without my fingers ever leaving you… your reward will be my mouth wrapped around your cock. How’s that for an incentive?”

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A new friend who never went without booze? Theo swore he could have skipped a step in glee. And perhaps it showed, his giddiness seeping through his actions, as well as the bright smile on his face. “I have been all over the place, unfortunately.” he responded, apologetic in his tone, as if it had been his fault why they took ages before crossing paths. “But we’re here now, and that’s all that matters, yeah?”

Fortunately, the two of them seemed to be hitting it off faster than a pair of strangers ought to be. “Well thank the Heavens for that.” he cooed, watching Loren twirl all too happily. Hands held on to each other, as Theo walked along, rather charmed, pulled by his newfound friend. “I’m a Pisces.” he shared, his accent seeping into his utterances. “So tell me all about me, because something tells me that stars and the signs are exactly up your wheelhouse.” At least, it was a safe assumption.

“Oh, honey. I never go anywhere without a bottle of tequila” he mused. Battling his eyelashes in a kittenish manner at he question that was playfully aimed. “I’ve been in the city of angels. Where have you been all of mine?” he responded just as exuberantly as the question had been that came before it. His cheeks heating up into a soft shade of pink as he smiled perpetually. The idea of getting drunk and lost in a giant maze with a hot guy was definitely making him feel giddy as well.

“Seriously though. I strongly believe that things happen exactly as they’re meant to, and with exactly who they’re meant to. Our stars have aligned” he beamed. Green eyes sparking with wonder, as he unhooked their arms, and spun around. Both his hands now clenching onto Theo’s as he walked backwards pulling his new friend along. “So.. Tell me Theo. What is your star sign? Cause I really feel like you can tell a lot about a person just by knowing what their sign is” he grinned.

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There was no time nor pause for thinking, as their lust dictated what was going on. The synchronised movement of their forms, moving in accordance to the other, complemented by the sound of their sex filling the air. Thierry was an absolute fucking dream fucking him, and he made sure that this was well-known, judging by the reddish mark he had purposely left on the crook of his neck, a beautiful memento of his insatiable appetite. So when the Frenchman asked, Theo no longer thought straight. “Oh God, yes— I want to taste you so bad—“ Mouths, near smashing against each other, as tongues danced, fueled by pure, heated desire to punctuate further their intimate act.

The sudden pull out prompted a gasp from him, and a flash of amused curiousity was on his features. However, just as quick, his whole frame was flipped on the bed, and Theo couldn’t help but let a momentary tickle of laughter leave him. But no less than a second later was he thrust back into the throes of pleasure, e er fibre of his being was alive and on fire, filled up completely by the assaulting cock that he desperately craved. Propped up by Thierry, Theo arched under the man’s hold, slender hips pushed back in resistance, only spreading his assaulted hole wider. “Keep fucking me like that— ” Desperate for a release, he reached down between his legs, fingers around his member, pumping fast with rough turns of his wrist, panting as every carnal, relentless thrust inside him pushed him closer and closer to the edge of becoming undone.

Thierry squeezed his hands around Theo's, their twining bodies moving toghether in perfect synch with every deep and through thrust. The wooden bed would creak dangerously underneath them the more the moved, but it would be one of those things neither one would really care if it happened. Their bodies fitted together perfectly, chests rutting, skin rubbing on skin heatedly, with only the necessary gap his hips would make every time he rised up and them slammed back into him again. He grunted whem he felt the burn of his lips on his neck, which was a huge sensitive spot for him, and he pulled his head back and chuckled breathlessly. "You want to find out how I taste as well?" he asked breathlessly, then leaned in and captured his lips hotly, lips, teeth and tongue claiming the other with hunger, which fueled every harsh thrust of his hips.

He pulled his head back at one point and looked at Theo with a grin on his face, then pulled himself out of him and with a harsh move of his hand he flipped the other over on the bed, like you would flip a pancake. Once he had him on his stomach, he climbed back on top of him, his hand guiding his cock right between his cheeks again as he licked his way up his spine, then once he was fully seathed into him he hoisted his arms under Theo's shoulders, grabbing onto then like anchors, as he once again lifted his hips and slammed into him hard, his face buried on the back of the man's neck.

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It was almost laughable how fast their plans changed — from a supposed fashion shopping trip to a sudden stop at the pet shop. Suppose he should have expected it; the pair of them really didn’t always stick to plans as to how they were intended. If anything, it was very reminiscent of the days they roomed together back in New York, as their daily activities were pretty much unpredictable and impromptu, so long as it got them going and happy, they really didn’t care less.

Holding on to the blue collar, Theo picked up the little cat toy thing on the next shelf. “I’m tempted to put him in black, just so he can match you.” he joked, imagining Timmy and Rhett to be one of those pet and owners that looked awfully alike. “Could be funny and I’d love it.”

Asked the question, the Scotsman huffed dramatically. “Would I have a choice in the matter?” Though to be fair, he liked the notion, and was enjoying giving Rhett some momentary grief on the topic. Feigning some serious thinking, he eventually cracked, picking up a small baggie of catnip on the shelf behind the other. “I’ll take the visiting rights. I get the both of you and I’m golden.” Any excuse to hang out with his best mate would be well-received. Glancing to their pile of cat-related purchases, Theo looked highly amused; one minute the cat was a stray, the next, he was being shopped for. “This enough? Or did we need more for Island Prince Timmy over here?” he asked, chuckling as he motioned over the register, knowing that the longer they stayed in the pet shop, the more likely they could rack up a sizable bill in just indulging the wee cat.

He was sure that the current course wasn't exactly what Theo wanted out of the day so Rhett made a mental note to make it up to his mate who graciously detoured for him and his new cat. But Theo was right. Rhett really couldn't resist taking the little guy. After failing at music for so many years, Rhett really should have looked into animal rescue, but the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Then again, not much did until recently, to be frank. Since he kicked his drug habit about a little over a year ago, his mind was finally clear, and he could think straight again.

His blue eyes watched his friend peruse the collars before his gaze drifted down towards the cat, who was looking around the area curiously now. He smiled softly and looked up when he heard the twinkle of a bell, "Oh, yeah. That's perfect. It'll look great with his coat, yeah?" Timmy was a gray tabby cat so the blue would really pop, "Most stylist cat on the island." He grinned before he turned around to find the food bowls. Rhett grabbed a couple of blue ones as well to match the collar, "We're going to have a theme, darling."

Rhett then stepped down a bit further and grabbed Timmy a bag of cat food, "Are you going to be his stepdad?" Rhett asked with a wide grin, "You don't have to take him on the weekends or anything, but you're welcome to having visiting rights whenever you want. Which just means you have to spend more time with me." He mentioned with a slight wiggle of his shoulders. It sounded like a great deal to him.

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Unsurprisingly, the other male’s pushback was actually expected. Suppose it came as part of the walls he had built up, part of the demeanor that he had on to protect himself. Fortunately for him, Theo remained stubborn and steadfast in making his decision to remain connected and within reach for him.

“I assure you, this isn’t that.” the Scotsman reiterated, taking a quick albeit hefty gulp of beer. Pausing, he shifted his stance, turning so that he was completely facing towards him. “This is just me genuinely wanting you to know that I’m more than happy to drop the whole pretense and expectations with the client-staff agreement if you want that. If you need an actual friend, I’m here.”

He could feel the staff's eyes steady upon him and Mike tried his best to keep his gaze anywhere else...but it felt rude to do so. So, eventually, he turned his blue eyes towards the other, listening to him speak. Mike didn't mind talking about himself...he just wasn't used to it. For the last decade, he just couldn't. For most of the time, Mike wasn't himself. Everything he told those people he infiltrated undercover had a mix of truth and a lie. He didn't want them to know too much about him, but he also didn't want to come off as untruthful. It was a delicate line he toed.

"You're welcome." He answered softly. To be honest, he didn't expect much more from Theo but when the other mentioned texting or calling him, a smile couldn't help but cross over his lips, "I appreciate it." Mike did. It was nice to know that someone was there, "I will...I will do that." He nodded, "But you know, please don't feel obligated to...answer or...hang out with or anything." That was one of Mike's biggest worries about the staff members; that they were just doing everything because they had to. He didn't want that. If he was going to spend time with a staff member, it was going to be by their own volition.

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It had been a while since Theo had gone into the Sapphire Strip Club with the sole purpose of enjoying this fellow staff members’ abilities. Often, he would have been there to entertain and accommodate their clients. Tonight was a fresh change of pace, that he allowed himself to be an audience like any other, and appreciate the gyrating bods on stage.

So when Sebastian wandered up to the bar, he could barely keep the grin on his lips. Props to him, because there was no way he could pull off dancing on stage like that— the bedroom was a whole other thing, of course. “Just for that, you can have my drink ticket for the night.” the younger one replied, blue hues drinking in the sight of him rather keenly. It wasn’t much, given that staff members were only given 1 drink ticket per night at the clubs, but he was more than happy to put it towards someone like him. “I mean, you definitely deserve it.”

OPEN. // location: sapphire strip club

If there ever was a risk of Sebastian forgetting why he loved his job so much, going back on stage was a sure way of reminding him each and every time. Even now that he was taking a more managerial role at Sapphire, there was nothing he enjoyed more than reminding everybody, staff and guests alike, that he was a dancer first and foremost, and one of the best at that. He was still feeling the rush of adrenaline as he stepped off stage, skin glistening and his heart pumping. The stripper was left in nothing more than his jock right now, and he'd been close to losing even that on stage - but this had not been a live sex show. Not yet. Maybe he'd find a volunteer for an impromptu performance of that kind later... but for the moment, Sebastian wanted to revel in the endorphines and get a shot of booze. Approaching the bar, the brunette made his way right towards the most attractive man he could find around there, certain that this guy had been watching him intensely just a minute ago. "Care to buy me a drink?", he purred as he approached, giving a little wink as he sat down at the bar. "I'm feeling awfully thirsty after that show."

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Thomas Doherty as Max Wolfe

GOSSIP GIRL 1X02

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The soonest Thierry’s cock filled him entirely, Theo nearly slammed his head back onto the mattress — a sharp gasp of a moan exiting his lips, eyes squeezed shut as he reveled in the mix of pain and pleasure that racked his body. His legs instinctively clamped down around the other’s waist.

The slow buildup of momentum helped him ease into adjusting to him, but it only offered little reprieve. And then, a sudden sensation searing straight to his whole body at the slammed hips unto his, that Theo gripped tight to the hands holding him down, as a symphony of curses, moans and groans filled the room, just as much as the sound of the bed and frame creaked beneath with every succeeding thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck—“ He could barely utter words, only managing what he could in between the feverish fucking. Slender hips pushed back in resistance as he managed to bury his head against the crook of Thierry’s neck, lips desperately latching onto skin as he sucked and nipped at the spot, offering an outlet in bearing each and every buck into him.

Thierry could feel the urgency in Theo's kiss when their lips finally met, with hunger, and lust pumping wildly through their veins, and he would have been lying if he said he didn't feel exactly the same. The way their tongue twirled together in a sinful slow dance was just the prelude that was to come, and with his lower body already caged by the man's legs, he knew it owuld be futile to drag the moment any longer than it needed to be. It took every ounce of will not to slam right into him once the blunt head had passed the tight muscle ring, but he wanted to linger on that brief moment for a bit.

The calm before the storm, while he looked into his eyes, as green as his own- or were they blue?- Thierry literally knew nothing of the other, but his name, and the he was drop dead gorgeous, so there was something in him that was telling him to let Theo have that, to adjust, to let them connect. Then of course, the moment he felt the other man pushing his ass down, willingly filling himself down to the brim with his dick, that was when he knew all gloves, and finesse were off.

Sinking his fingernails on the man's thighs, Thierry begun to push his hips forward, slow at first, then his hips thrust harder, in a way that made him slid out of him, and that was when he slammed all the way back into him. He grabbed his hand, their fingers twining as he pinned his hands on both sides of his head, his hips rotating and pushing as he fucked him into the bed. And all the while, he never once stopped looking into Theo's eyes, as the sounds of grunts and moans, and skin slapping skin filled the walls of his cabin.

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Though the other was waving off his attempts at an apology, Theo knew that it wasn’t just quite enough. Some things needed to be said out loud. And after all the things he heard, all the more did he oddly find himself gravitating toward the older male.

When Mike patted his knee, his gaze remained unbroken towards him. “I hope you know… that I feel really grateful that you bothered to let me know about this.” he quietly admitted, meeting his eyes. “I don’t think you tell anyone much about yourself, let alone actually entertain a particularly annoying staff member, so… thank you.” It was the least he could say to someone who had taken the actual time out of their day to indulge him in his relentless requests.

And he wasn’t quite done. “I hope you also know that you can text or call me for anything. Even if it’s just someone to drink with.” the younger one offered, gracing a soft smile his way. “You don’t have to, but… you know…. offer's there.”

Turning back around towards the bar, he let Theo go through the motions of figuring out just how to react to his tale. What was the proper way to react? Mike wasn't even sure. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two more coins and threw them onto the bar, ordered two more beers. As he waited for the fresh beers, he carded his fingers through his hair and he folded his arms across his muscled chest with a nod of his head, "It's fine." He answered simply. Was it really fine? Not really. To be quite honest, it was something that Mike thought about a lot. Fighting to keep himself and the rest of the victims from getting assaulted day in and day out took a toll on someone.

He nodded his head as a thank you to the bartender when he dropped off the beers and he passed one over to Theo before he took a drink his own. Once swallowed, he released a sigh, "I probably shouldn't have told you." Mike mentioned softly. Everyone that did know about what happened ended up treating Mike with kid gloves from then on out. Or just all in and all, stopped talking to him. It was probably too difficult to be his friend anymore, "It was...shitty to dump that shit on you. Sorry."

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“It’s not fine.” Looking over to the other male, his own heart felt heavy for him. Nothing about the story shared was even remotely south of fine. Not a single element of it could be classified as fine. It was a heartbreaking tale, one that spoke so much as to Mike’s essence as a person. No wonder the guy always looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, guarded and somber.

He hadn’t realised that he had finished his beer then, only when Mike passed along a new one did he finally let go of the empty bottle. Either way, the bottle’s opening was immediately on his lips again, as Theo drank. “No. It’s not on you. I basically coaxed you into telling me.” he said, unwilling to let the poor guy take the blame. Shaking his head as his gaze moved away elsewhere, it did not sit right with him that such an awful thing would be experienced by someone, or anyone, for that matter. “You shouldn’t have gone through anything like that, mate. I really am sorry.”

Fixating his attention back unto the other, he could only hope that the sincerity mixed with regret that he genuinely felt was coming across. “And I’m really sorry I got you to talk about it. You don’t ever have to with me. Seriously.”

Turning back around towards the bar, he let Theo go through the motions of figuring out just how to react to his tale. What was the proper way to react? Mike wasn't even sure. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two more coins and threw them onto the bar, ordered two more beers. As he waited for the fresh beers, he carded his fingers through his hair and he folded his arms across his muscled chest with a nod of his head, "It's fine." He answered simply. Was it really fine? Not really. To be quite honest, it was something that Mike thought about a lot. Fighting to keep himself and the rest of the victims from getting assaulted day in and day out took a toll on someone.

He nodded his head as a thank you to the bartender when he dropped off the beers and he passed one over to Theo before he took a drink his own. Once swallowed, he released a sigh, "I probably shouldn't have told you." Mike mentioned softly. Everyone that did know about what happened ended up treating Mike with kid gloves from then on out. Or just all in and all, stopped talking to him. It was probably too difficult to be his friend anymore, "It was...shitty to dump that shit on you. Sorry."

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“Well hanging out with you for a few years ought to do it.” Theo joked, leading the way as the pair of them headed off to search for the pet shop. Fortunately for them, they would not be the only ones in the Haus who would look after a pet; suppose the huge space that the island offered made the Kings reconsider having pets in the place. “I just know that you couldn’t resist him.”

Arriving at the pet shop, the Scotsman headed inside first, pleasantly surprised with the selection available for them. “Looks like Timmy’s quite lucky now.” For an island shop, it certainly didn’t appear to have limited options. Gravitating towards the collars on display, he shifted the shopping bags to only one hand so that he could pick up a little blue thing of a collar, one with a bell attached to it. “How do we feel about this?” he asked, holding it up in Rhett’s direction. “We liking this, or no?”

There was no doubt that Rhett Matthews was one of the biggest softies on the whole island, so it probably wasn't much of a surprise to Theo that Rhett easily made the decision to keep the island cat. The poor thing needed a place to live. Just thinking about him wandering around alone, having to deal with the elements of the island... It broke his heart. And while it broke Rhett's, it clearly irked Theo's a bit, but his friend still opted to go shopping with him so that Rhett could make his home Timmy's home too.

Practically skipping into step beside his mate, Rhett grinned, "You know me better than I do, I think." He admitted with a laugh, but he was right. If Rhett didn't do it now, he probably never would. He was a bit scatterbrained. Timmy settled comfortably against the blonds forearm as they continued to down the shopping mall together towards the pet store. Now that the King's allowed animals, a pet store was necessary. Pulling open the door, he allowed Theo to enter first, before he followed him, "You gotta pick him out a good collar." Rhett told his friend with a smile, "His whole style depends on it."

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The playrooms were unsurprisingly popular to the clients at the Haus. After all, could resist a chance at indulgent sinfulness? As such, some of the staff had experienced their fair share of visits to the various playrooms readily made available for the client’s whims.

Having exited the playroom a good 10 minutes after his own client had left, Theo made sure to clean up after the place, ensuring that nothing was amiss should the next person use it. Closing the door behind him, he had walked out and around the corner when he bumped into a familiar face. “Good evening, Cedric.” he greeted, looking disheveled in his uniform and his unruly head of hair. Consciously, he ran a hand to promptly smooth out his appearance. “Actually I do require your assistance. Is my hair looking better?” Theo asked, feeling slightly flushed at running into someone post-sex.

OPEN. // location: near the playrooms

It had been a few months now since Cedric had stranded on this island, and he was starting to notice the ways in which he felt the withdrawal from some of the luxuries he was used to. Having endless supplies of money could satisfy all kinds of urges, and in order not to get crazy over the inability to stop his cravings, there was just one simple solution - Cedric chose to focus on the one kind of satisfaction he could easily get here. It wasn't difficult to have sex nearly constantly in this place; and yet, a lot of the time he found himself unsatisfied, craving more. Even as he left the playrooms - still feeling the stinging on his ass from where he'd just been thoroughly spanked by a client - he felt his interest and arousal peaked when he noticed a pair of eyes on him. Looking up, he smirked, wondering if the man approaching him was headed to the playrooms or just walking by, if he was looking for Cedric or just crossing paths randomly. "Well, good evening", the blonde mused, smirking. "Did you get lost, or may I be of assistance with something?"