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I am super busy these next few days, I will TRY to be online but can’t promise anything, please be patient for replies!

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“Sweet?” He chuckled, that being an adjective that he hadn’t ever heard used to describe him. “Your father told me to behave, I am in his house so I abide by his rules, had he given no fair warning though?” He took another drink of the alcohol in his glass, “I’d have had you on your knees choking on my cock two minutes into the conversation,” alright, so he let a little of his true self slip right there, but certainly Owen couldn’t be mad considering his son wasn’t on his knees, Alessandro hadn’t been face fucking him no matter how much he would have liked to be. He should consider that a win, win, right? “I forget sometimes what it’s like to actually have a conversation with people, most of the time it’s just me barking orders and minions following along blindly,” not that he minded, but there were only a few people outside of his family who he even entertained with conversation. He just didn’t like to waste his time, could you blame the guy?

“So long as you know that’s all it is, some young love bullshit that you’ll eventually grow out of,” everyone seemed to grow out of their first youthful love, though there were a few people he’d known who were lucky enough to marry those first sweethearts. While marriage wasn’t in the cards for Alessandro, if others wanted it then why the hell not, who was he to say anything about what they did with their lives? To take time off of doing his business for the honeymoon was damn near out of the question though, he still had his business to tend to and that shit didn’t stop just because two lovebirds ran off and got hitched. “I prefer the fucking without attachment side of things, it’s much easier when you want to just let them go when you’re done with them.” Eventually, one day perhaps, he would change his mind, but for now he was very adamant about where he stood in that scenario.

“This seriously can’t be that interesting to you,” he laughed as he shrugged, “my parents kept the darker side of their lives hidden from me until after their deaths,” he started, “though the more I think about it, there were signs with certain life lessons that my father would try to teach me. He could never hold my attention when Jacques was in the room though,” again, a slight smile appearing at the thought, “and for the longest time, I thought they were lovers because Jacques was always around, it was weird how attached to each other they were. Phone calls, whispers, my father rushing out of the room, the gun holster…” it all made sense, the damn signs were plastered right in front of his face, and yet still Alessandro hadn’t a clue. “It pissed him off that I didn’t see the clues that were staring me in the face, or so his pigeons later told me after his death.” Wasn’t worth drudging up the past now though, what was done was done, Alessandro definitely knew how to read the room now though -he would never make the same mistakes he had as a younger man.

Though, as soon as the boy admitted to what he knew that Alessandro hadn’t, of course it confused the hell out of the man. “Husband material?” What in the absolute fuck was this boy talking about? “You’re going to have to elaborate because I’m not following,” Alessandro had walked right into that one but had no idea what was going on. “Go on, sing canary,” he needed to know exactly what this guy was talking about, emptying his glass and reaching it forward for a refill. He would definitely need more of this to keep up with the conversations turn of events.

"Well aren't you sweet, well - sweeter than I imagined at least" Leo added with a chuckle as he put a bright mini-umbrella into the drink just for a little bit of added flair and fun. Running a hand through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face so those brown eyes could gaze at Alessandro a little more. His finger idly playing with the umbrella as he listened to him talk. Despite the clear presence and intimidation this man easily it didn't seem to bother Leo in the least. Not because he was dismissive of the man's presence, but he'd grown up into this line of life and being the son of Owen Matthews meant he'd seen many, many things and knew how to handle himself.

"What's wrong with young, lustful love? Not sure you can really say if it was love or not given your father made sure you never got the chance to" He pointed out before a slight twitch of a smile on his lips. "It's only in stories where love can't also include great fucking and the most sinful of sex" He remarked with a chuckle as he leaned back against the wooden beam supporting the outdoor bar. Flicking his tongue a little bit at the mental image of Alessandro getting railed by an older man and also railing him in return. "I'm sure you look great in any position handsome" He chuckled as he took another swig.

"That I didn't but I think you're going to tell me anyway, I'm such delightful company after all" He hummed, shamelessly smiling. "Your father was jealous of the man sleeping with you?" He remarked, pointing out the rather obvious elephant in the room with that thought. Now there was a question, thinking it over for a moment before speaking with a smile. "I think she knew beforehand, she was as she always was. Supportive, loving unconditionally and had a long talk to me about the kind of men in our lives who might to try and take advantage of me" He remarked, a faint smile on his lips as he remembered his mother before refocusing on the conversation.

"Ah that's right, I did..." He trailed with a coy grin as he took another drink just to let it linger. "Well your worries about this being a trap isn't exactly true, but this was a test..." He remarked, grin still on his face as he watched the man's expression for what he'd say next. "To see whether or not you're husband material...for me or my father."

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“I do like the idea of staking my claim with something superficial,” so that whenever someone saw him they’d know he belonged to someone else, “but wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of seducing new clients for better tips?” If people knew that he was taken, would they still tip him well and want the dances? Hell, perhaps they’d want it more knowing that he was unavailable, certainly people would be trying to steal him away from Renan. Not that Renan would allow that but it’d be funny to watch them try. He was an absolute sweetheart, one of the nicest guys who walked the face of the earth, but if anyone were to mess with his love in a way that upset him - unspeakable hell could rain down on them. “How do you feel about jewelry?” He asked, perhaps there could be something that he could wear that would assert him belonging to Renan. He didn’t want to make it sound like he owned him though, but damn that was kind of how things were being said, the lingering ownership about superficial markings.

He’d been so used to fawning over other people that he almost forgot the feeling that attached itself when he was the one being doted on. To hear all of the nice things that the other had to say about him, to know that he had finally gotten his shot and Casey had seen that taking that leap was going to be worth it. “All yours, baby, every last hair on my head, inch of my body, everything belongs to you,” and he had no qualms or hesitation saying that. He had wanted this for so long, of course he would turn into the gut-wrenching romantic now that he was finally able to have it all. He was the happiest man right now, “I would hope that’s the case, I don’t want to have to worry about someone trying to steal you away from me,” not that he’d let the man go without a fight, especially now that he knew how much the other truly cared about him. He had let him in and Renan would make sure he showed him the appreciation he felt by that gesture.

Renan didn’t mind that the other didn’t reciprocate the words, not after all that he had actually said, it meaning the absolute world to him. Though, when Renan heard what the other said, about truly being able to claim him as his own, the sheer joy that it caused had him damn near doubling over. The underbelly of the boat wasn’t all that big, but it did have a kitchen area and a separate sleeping quarters. It was a nice little houseboat, something that was quaint but did the trick for hospitality. “Come with me,” he reached for the others hand, although he didn’t want to let him go, he knew he had to as he walked out of the small kitchen area into the living quarters where there was a bed and a small desk. “It’s not a luxurious hotel,” he looked around at the decorative little area, “but I have spent a lot of time in this boat growing up, it’s seen me at my worst,” because what better thing to do after a piss poor day than go spend the night on the water crying your eyes out. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling the other into him as their lips met and Renan claimed the kiss that he’d been wanting since first seeing him on the docks.

Casey let a little breathless laugh out, shaking his head. "You are relentless in the best possible way. Even now with everything you still want to prove you're mine? Shall I walk around in a t-shirt of yours or some kind of sign, just so everyone knows?" He couldn't help but tease him but clearly he didn't mind hearing him talk about him like this, talking about him the prize of a lifetime. "As much as I enjoy seeing this side of you, you don't have to worry about anyone else. I mean, have you seen you?" He remarked as he slowly reached a hand out to cup his jawline and brush his thumb against his jawline.

"You are almost insufferably attractive, it's almost a little annoying. Those bright eyes, perfect smile...a body that I know from first hand experience is as skilled as it is nice to look at" He hummed, deciding perhaps it was time Renan got a reminder than he wasn't the only one who could praise or dote. "Then you just happen to have a personality to match and love spoiling me...really other men don't even have a laughable chance compared to you."

And then Renan said it. Between kissing him in the way that would always make his toes curl and breath hitch. He loved Casey. It wasn't a shock to know, but it was still a shock to hear it finally said. As he gazed into the eyes of his...well, his future. "As you should" He managed to say, a breathless little smile on his lips and eyes soft and gentle as he gazed at him. All that passion, all that hunger...all that want and love. "...Lets forget sailing or being on the water, I need you right now...because this time...when it happens..." He trailed off, breath warm and noses brushing together as he whispered against his lips. "You'll be making me yours for good."

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I am currently revamping my blog and looking to take on more male muses. For now, this will ONLY be a mxm blog, it might change back later in time, but it gets kind of monotonous when it's always wanting to write opposite my straight males, but never being able to write females opposite males. To counter the ill will i've had towards that, I am pulling all my females from my blog, and all men will strictly be for mxm pairings for the time being. It solves the solution of only ever getting replies to my straight men I suppose. That being said, throw out face claim suggestions and I will see what I can do!

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Muse: Joshua Blackwell (if you ever wrote at Haus Of Perses, this bitch is making a comeback) Open to: Male identifying Plot: I've learned a long time ago he has a mind of his own so i'm saying random run in at a bar. I will say, he does not fall in love easily (has only ever found it with one person in one verse so don't make them lovers/boyfriends - that's a no go).

"I'm sorry, but who the fuck do you think you are, and why did you think interrupting me would be the best course of action?" Joshua had a short fuse, so he hoped their excuse was a good one.

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“I didn’t stutter,” he had made the demand and Patrick was to follow it, both of them knowing that’s how tonight was meant to go. Alexander had thought about relinquishing power some nights, about what it would feel like if Patrick were to do the fucking, Alexander having not properly let anyone penetrate him for the longest time. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been the one in the position that he put Patrick in so often, “what, don’t think you have it in you? Gotta make sure I earn every last penny back with you,” sure, it wasn’t coming back monetarily, but he wanted to see Patrick every which way, even deliberately bringing himself to climax for the eldest King brother, and only when the escort was spent in every way possible would Alexander feel he’d gotten his full amount worth of him. He sometimes wondered if there were other clients like him, or where he stood on Patrick’s favorites chart, not that he even expected to be near the top. He was a scoundrel and had to remind himself that the only reason Patrick kept coming back to him was because he paid the price. Would nights like this ever happen if there wasn’t a dollar sign attached to it?

He loved the way that Patrick presented himself for him, his tongue drawing out from his mouth to taste the pre-come that glistened on his lips now, that test that could send him into orbit as he listened to every syllable that left the others mouth. As much as he had wanted to fuck him right then and there, especially given how nicely Patrick was positioned for him, “you’re not the one in charge here, Patrick, you haven’t finished my first task,” he wanted to see the others release, to know that he’d brought himself to that first climax alone, not with the aid of Alexander. It sucked, not giving into the desire of fucking him right then and there, especially when Patrick practically demanded for it to happen, but they were not playing the escorts game tonight, they were playing Alexander’s, and Alexander was going to make sure the escort knew that. He used his hand to roll the other back onto the bed, settling between his legs so Patrick would be sprawled out for him, “go on now, continue,” Patrick would need to first cum before Alexander gave him even an ounce of physical attention, though his eyes remained fixed on the other. “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” He did like how Patrick knew how to push his buttons though, and any more desperate than he already was, he might have taken him up on his offer, but this cat and mouse game needed to go on a little bit longer. “You’re right about one thing though,” he smirked, eyes trailing down the others body, “I can’t wait to impale you, but I must,” as much as his own cock would throb to be inside of the other, he would forcefully deny himself that urge for as long as it took. “The longer you make me wait, the worse it’ll be for you,” and that was no empty threat, Alexander knew that eventually he’d get what he ultimately wanted, so although this was pure agony, he could play the game a little longer. “Now move,” he motioned for the ministrations of the others hand to pick up the pace, “the faster you cum, the faster we both get what we want,” granted Alexander had already gotten exactly what he had wanted the second the escort had walked through the door, just time and a night with him.

This subtle power-play between the two of them was nothing short of absolutely erotic. Sure, Alexander paid for his time ( and generously so ) so that he could have him at his mercy to do whatever the fuck crossed his mind. But Patrick wasn’t going to make things easy. That was boring. The reason why he was one of the best escorts around and why so many men wanted him wasn’t just because he was the picture of perfection – his body toned and muscled enough to set everyone’s loins on fire. It was also because he knew the games they played. If they wanted someone easy to fuck, someone who would bend over and take it like a screaming whore, they could have paid for someone else. But no – they wanted him because he was perfect, he knew how to fuck and he knew how to keep the greedy, horny clients on their toes. Alexander King was no exception to this rule. If anything, he had a lot more fun teasing Alex than he did some of his other clients. Not all of them wanted sex, sure… some wanted a person to hear them out, others wanted the whole romantic encounter and pretend to date someone clearly hotter than they were as an ego boost… but when it came to sex, Patrick knew exactly what buttons to push. What words to whisper. How to move his body, how to make his actions as captivating and hypnotic as possible. A loud chuckle rolled from his lips as he felt the pants being tugged unceremoniously down his ass all the way to his knees. Alex had the best view now. Of his balls, of his cock, of the hand moving up and down his length as he continuously worked on himself further – and now on the free hand that moved past his sack to gently prod the muscled ring in small, gentle touches. “That’s it. Get these pesky clothes out of the way.” Patrick continued to jerk off a bit faster now, his back arching from the king sized bed as another lewd moan rolled from his parted lips. He was putting on a show but he was enjoying being the center stage of Alexander’s attention. He could see how his eyes wanted him. How he studied every movement he made, definitely struggling to keep his hands for himself. How badly did he want to pound him into the mattress now? How desperately did he want to fuck him into submission and feel those muscled arms wrap around his shoulders? How much did he crave to feel him clench around his cock for dear life? Once the pants were out of the way and Alexander’s hands were on him, Patrick smirked and eased his own stroking motions to look straight into Alexander’s eyes. Those cold eyes now turned into burning flames of lust and desire. There truly was something about that man that was impossible to resist. “You want me to sell myself so that you MAY fuck me so hard that I won’t move after?” The escort was teasing. He moved one of his legs to rest over Alexander’s broad shoulders while the other gently caressed the curve of the client’s ass. “You already bought me and I still need to sell myself? Tsk tsk tsk.” Patrick shook his head and leaned forward, sitting himself on the bed – his face mere inches away from Alexander’s. “I bet you can’t wait to impale me with your cock and make me jump, darling.” Every teasing motion he had previously done ceased as Patrick sat fully on the bed to caress Alexander’s face with both of his hands, making sure to brush his pre-come covered fingers over the client’s lips. “Taste me and after…?” Without a care, a warning or any decency whatsoever, Patrick re-positioned himself in the bed on his hands and knees. His ass was higher in the air as he hugged the pillow under his face, wiggling it mere inches away from Alexander’s face. “You can raw dog me as hard as you want. I already sold myself enough, Sir. How about you show me just how BAD you want me? I know you want to – so go ahead, Alexander. Fuck me.”

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Renan could actually feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins at the idea of sending this video. He hadn't ever done anything like this before, he was far too sweet of a person, usually he just pouted and moped until he'd gotten over whatever had made him sad. Tonight though, the suggestion, perhaps it was because the other was so unbelievably handsome that Renan would have went along with anything he suggested, or perhaps he was just so put off at the fact he'd been broken up with over text that he wanted to give the other at least a fraction of the pain that he'd been feeling. Would something like this even hurt the other man though? Would he really care that Renan was locking lips with someone else? So many questions were swirling through his mind that he had a hard time keeping up with all of them, but as soon as the other spoke and said he'd been on board, well who was Renan to deny himself a kiss from a man as good looking as this one?

Sure, he could have just went for a picture, but where would the fun in that be? Besides, perhaps the video would get played more often, because certainly Renan would be saving it to his own device before sending it to the recipient. He wanted to remember this night and chance encounter - it had been like none he'd had before. Why was he so nervous for just a kiss - this had been something that he'd done so many times before, kissing beautiful men, but there was just something about the added element of sending the video out to someone that caused his stomach to twist and turn (perhaps there was more excitement than nerve though). He leaned in, expecting a brief kiss, but when the others lips met his, well damn did his entire world turn upside down. His lips parted and their tongues connected in such a heated moment that Renan almost dropped his phone so he could wrap his arms around the other to keep him close. This was one of those kisses that Renan never wanted to finish, but all good things must come to an end as their lips separated.

That look of lust from the other, combined with Renan practically panting as his gaze matched Walter's, had him completely forgetting that they'd been on camera - in this moment, the only thing that Renan saw, or even cared to see, was Walter right infront of him. Walter broke to trance first, speaking to the phone as Renan immediately remembered he'd had it held up to capture the moment (thank god because this was a moment that he would want to remember and relish in for time to come). "Ciao," he grinned, winking to the camera before ending the video. He made sure to save it to the device before sending it off without much hesitation. "That was-" Renan couldn't even begin to fathom what he could call what had just happened. It was intense, insane, fantastic, orgasmic, enthralling, and every other adjective to describe such an out of this world experience. He needed more, but could he just come right out and ask him if it wasn't for something like revenge? "That kiss was for someone else, how nicely do I have to ask for one for me personally?" He asked, "no phone involved?" He slipped the phone in his pocket, daring to ask for another kiss.

Was that a petty move? Absolutely. And Walter didn’t like to consider himself as a petty person but there were always exceptions to the rules. Like some coward breaking up with someone via text. That was the worst and while Walter wasn’t really a fan of revenge or getting even – he also had a soft spot for those that were hurting – and regardless of whether or not he had just met Renan, he felt protective of him. Who in their right bloody mind would break with someone over text? That was just wrong in so many levels that Walter could feel his blood boiling inside his veins. So – why not? Why not be petty and be vengeful and show that loser what he was missing? It was obvious that the break-up-over-text had let the other man down. He was hurting and Walter couldn’t even begin to imagine how bad he must have felt when he read that message. It must have been a terrible sensation altogether. But onwards was the path. Under different circumstances, he would offer some advice, make the other person smile and wish them all the best. But a break-up over text? No. That wasn’t right at all and even if such an action made him look petty and vindictive, he could probably live with that. Guys like that deserved being told off. They deserved to feel bad for what they did. Walter was no angel and he was well aware of that – so for one night, he could allow himself to be petty for someone else’s sake. “I am serious.” He was dead serious, even if Renan seemed confused by the idea. He couldn’t blame him. It was something so sudden and out of nowhere that anyone would need time to process. Walter finished his hotdog while Renan considered the course of action, swiping a couple of napkins from the nearby stand in order to wipe his mouth from all the sauces that most definitely adorned his face. At the mention of onion breath, all Walter could do was laugh and give Renan a pointed looked before turning his gaze to the hotdog stand and then back at him again. “I think I have it too but I’m not too fussed if you’re not.” As far as first kisses went – this was probably the first? Kiss someone after eating a massive hotdog just to help a guy get even with his douche of a boyfriend. It wasn’t something Walter had done before but… breaking up over a bloody text? No – that was seriously not right and he felt bad for Renan. He didn’t care if they had onion breath, garlic breath or whatever. This would be done, Renan would feel better, his douche of an ex would realize how much of an idiot he was. “I am one hundred percent on board if you are. Let’s teach this idiot a lesson.”

Walter assumed it was merely a picture but when Renan aimed his phone and started talking, he realized that this was a video. This would be a lot better than a picture. Almost like as if Renan took his pettiness to a brand new level – and Walter was ok with that. He was being used to make someone else jealous… no – not that. He was being used to make someone else feel better and move on. And not really used since he was the one that suggested it to begin with. So when their lips met, Walter kissed back. He kissed back with everything he had – making the kiss both sensual and incredibly erotic at the same time. They needed to sell that kiss. To show passion and lust and chemistry. What better way than to go full out? So he did kiss back. He parted open Renan’s lips with his tongue and he went French with their kiss in ways that would make anyone watching feel both aroused and uncomfortable in equal measures. Don’t like PDA? Then don’t look. And once the kiss came to an end, Walter gazed into Renan’s eyes for a second or two, almost as if he was still drunk over the kiss before he reminded himself of the camera. And then it was like a switch turned on in his brain, as Walter looked straight into the camera and actually waved back. “Your loss, my gain dude. Laters!”

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"If we're being honest, i'd do anything you said after just opening the door," there was something about getting to stare into those sparkling eyes of his lover, that damn smile that would melt him to his core. He was so enthralled with Fen that he could hardly function sometimes. He had never been more in love with a person, which scared the hell out of him because he was always afraid of fucking it up somehow, but so far he seemed to have done a good enough job of keeping the other happy. "I don't think, if you left it up to me talking, that i'd be able to ask in the first place, it's a pretty hard subject for me." He probably would have stuttered, and although it might have been adorable, he thought this was the easier route to take. "Still got the point across didn't it?" He teased, though as soon as he heard the other express wanting to go, wanting to become super public with him as his boyfriend, well didn't Ryker's heart just dance right in his chest. "Mm, you say that like it's a bad thing, but I couldn't imagine myself wanting to be stuck with anyone else," he couldn't help but grin as he scooped his arms around the other and brought their bodies flush against one another. "I promise to be on my best behavior that night, but for tonight..." He smirked, leaning in as he nipped at the others lips, not bothering to release him from his clutches, "fucking hell, I love you so much Fen."

"You'd do anything I said after that." Fen can't help the grin across his mouth. It's a lot to take in. The idea of everyone knowing about them is a lot. Fen's not got much to hide but he knows if they do this a lot more eyes will be on them. He thinks he can handle it. He'd do it for Ryker. To keep being held like this. "This is how you wanna ask instead of just talking?" It's teasing as he says it. Amused. "You're not my dirty little secret." He shakes his head. Fen's friends all know about them but he's always said that it was lowkey between them. It was never and has never been lowkey between them. Fen's brows knit together as he tries to piece together what the other man is trying to get at. "Yeah, I want to. I want everyone to know about us." Fen tells him. He's usually the on to turn everything into a joke. He keeps things light. But this time he doesn't. "Everyone can know that we're together. You're fucking stuck with me Ryker."

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“You are your fathers son, that’s for certain,” and that came across as a compliment from Alessandro. The mannerisms, the expressions, the younger man exuded confidence and Alessandro took notice. If he was being honest with himself, given how this encounter was going, he was kind of upset that it hadn’t have happened sooner. The kid wasn’t afraid, mostly because of his own past in the business and dealing with who his father brought around, and Alessandro liked the back and forth. Conversation wasn’t rough or forced, which was a big help as things went smoothly during their interaction. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t respect him, and I certainly wouldn’t be alone,” if there was even an ounce of his being that felt red flags he’d have never stepped foot into the others hope, or agreed to walk up to his son and introduce himself, not that he needed to because Leo had already known who he was. “I think of him as extended family,” which could be weird, but in the business that they were in, family meant everything, and although the two men weren’t flesh and blood, Alessandro was still willing to help and protect the others family, in knowing that the gesture would be returned if ever needed.

It wasn’t hard for Alessandro to talk about his past to Leo. It’s not like the kid could run out and tell on his father for killing the man, not when someone had turned around and killed his father, perhaps that was karma for all the bad things he’d done in the past. Alessandro, being a family man at heart, knew that you didn’t lie to family, and considering he felt close enough to Owen, he saw no problem in beating around the facts with his son. “Love?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the word as he shook his head, “I wouldn’t call it love,” was he close to his fathers right hand man? Absolutely, closer than he had been with most, but had he actually been in love with him? “I would call it being a horny teenager and wanting to get fucked,” he chuckled, a shrug of his shoulders, “what was even hotter was when he bent over and let me fuck him our next go around, after that, well taking cock isn’t nearly as fun as giving it.” He definitely preferred to be the doing the fucking instead of being fucked, but he was at least happy to have been given the experience to know which he preferred. “Was I sad that he was dead? Of course, at first,” but after knowing what he wanted, it really wasn’t hard to find other sexual partners who were just as excited to bend over as the other man had been.

“You said information, you didn’t say anything about follow up questions,” he smirked, though where was the harm in giving the kid what he wanted. They were having a conversation, that’s what it meant, back and forth statements and questions. “Nah, I don’t think it was that deep,” he shook his head, “I think he was just jealous that I looked up to him instead of my own father,” his father was a jealous man and when someone else steals the attention of his oldest son, well there’s hell to be when his father wanted to be the one worshipped and admired. “It was all just a power play, I am certain of it,” not that he could prove it though since his father was dead now. “How did your mother take it when you came out to her?” He asked, circling back to the statement the other had said about his mother. Him and Owen never really spent much time talking about the woman, so it was kind of curious to hear about her from a different angle. “So when do you tell me what you know that you’re keeping from me?” He asked, not ignoring the fact that his information should award him whatever secret the boy was keeping.

"Did I now? Well that's rather impressive of me, met just a few minutes ago and already opening up the mind of a man like you? I truly do have a gift" He chuckled, seemingly enjoying having an affect on this man in some way - even if it was small or temporary. His smile grew a little at the mention of his enjoyment of Owen, not that Leo need to be told that to believe it. He had seen how the two men interacted, Alessandro wasn't the only one who had been watching. "My, that's quite the compliment to my father - you really do think highly of him. I suppose I do take after him in many ways, though my father has always said I remind him of my mother" He remarked, the first real mention of the woman in any direct way.

"Whose to say indeed, sounds like you're going to just trust me and put your faith in someone. A little unnerving isn't it? Not immediately knowing everything or the power in the room" He hummed, smile never leaving his face. "But I must say I'm once again impressed with myself if I'm able to make you change your mind so quickly" He teased, playfully pointing out to Alessandro how much he'd been wrapped around Leo's finger since the conversation had begun. But when the man finally began to tell his truth, Leo did not interrupt or make any comments. He just listened, eyes never leaving his until he'd finally said his piece.

"I came out to my mother first as well" He said afterwards. "Sounds like quite the tale though, I'm sorry your first love was taken from you all because your father decided he knew best. I suppose it's the reality of having family in positions of power, they make decisions on a whim that can shatter the lives of those around them and not even realize the carnage they've caused" He hummed, a little more serious and reflective in his words. "Do you hold ill will to your father now you know the truth? Do you think perhaps his desire for children, for a legacy is really why he put an end to it like that?" Leo asked, head tilted to watch the man.

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“Why are you talking in the past tense?” He asked, a small smile curving up at the corners of his lips, “I’m still trying to get you, to make you mine, I don’t see any point in stopping, and even once I have you,” because Renan was confident that it would happen - persistence paid off, right? “That doesn’t mean I’ll stop fighting, because then I’d have to fight to keep you,” given how many men wanted Casey, even just for a dance, meant that there were so many ways for someone to steal him right out from under him, and after all the work that Renan put in to getting him, if he was finally his then there would be no taking him away, Renan would make sure of that much. “Casey, darling, you are the prize of a lifetime,” and Renan meant that with every ounce of his being. Casey was special, Renan could sense it from as soon as when they had only just started talking, but when the next remark left the others lips, that it’d worked, Renan stared quite confused as he tried to figure out what that had meant. He could tell this conversation wasn’t easy for Casey, which is why he didn’t push things and let the other go at his own pace. Feelings were something that Renan had an easy time expressing but he knew that wasn’t the case for everyone. To hear all of what Casey was saying, knowing that the feelings that were harbored towards him were just as deep as his own, well of course Renan couldn’t help but let a tear fall. He was just so happy and relieved that all this time, all this effort that he had put into making the other see just how much he had meant to him, had not gone unnoticed and actually brought them closer together. With every word the other spoke, knowing the truth behind what scared him, all Renan could do was hold him and make sure he knew that he was right, there would be no place safer than in Renan’s arms. He would do everything in his power to make sure Casey remained happy and cherished. Finally hearing what he had fought so long for, to know that he was his, well damn, the sound of that was like music to his ears as he wished he could play that sentence back on repeat. The question was, whatever did being his actually mean? He hadn’t thought about, so persistent on getting it to happen, but now that it was here, what sort of definition could he actually place on it? In the moment, although he knew there was so much more that needed to be talked about, all he could think about was sealing that admission with a kiss. His lips met the others, the most loving kiss that he could muster, filled with so much passion and desire as he tongue sought entry, immediately finding the other to entangle with it. “I love you, Casey,” he whispered against the others lips, mid-kiss, not needing to hear it back, but wanting the other to know that what he had felt was strong enough to be labeled love, and that he was all-in, no matter what that meant from the others perspective. “I’m yours just as much as you are mine…”

"Maybe I liked that, knowing you wanted me and were determined to get me and make me yours" Casey admitted, watching him and feeling just how close they were now. "Perhaps less jealous and more like a little...possessive and territorial over me. Plenty of clients have wanted my attention or tried to become a favourite, but you..." He trailed off and let the moment between them linger. "You were just determined for me to be yours in a way nobody else was, like I was the prize of a lifetime and you'd make sure nobody could compare to you and...well, it worked" He admitted and confessed how much he'd enjoyed Renan's determination to make Casey his. His smile only growing as the other confessed the moment he saw him he knew he needed to have him.

"It was never about protecting myself from you because you might hurt me Renan, it was me trying to protect myself from a feeling I didn't think I was ready for." He admitted, his own arms wrapped tightly around the other but when he saw that tear fall from his cheek, he couldn't help but instinctively catch it with his thumb and gently press their foreheads together. "Hey, hey. No need for tears handsome" He murmured, their noses brushing as he gazed into those eyes. "I know I'm safe, I'll always be safest when I'm with you" He murmured as he allowed himself to be pulled so close into Renan's arms and know that this really was where he belonged.

"I'm yours baby, whatever that means to you or want that to mean...I'm yours."

[betweenmuses]

He didn’t mind being called dramatic, it wasn’t the worst that had ever been said about him, and honestly was pretty damn spot on. He was dramatic, especially when it came to upsetting him, he’d fly off the handle and nobody was safe when that happened. “Noted,” so this kid liked to hear compliments, a fact that Alessandro could put in the back of his mind for if he needed it later. He was good looking enough, had caught Alessandro’s eyes easily, so a compliment wouldn’t be too far fetched. Hell, Alessandro coming over in the first place could be seen as a compliment because the man didn’t just waste his time talking to anyone.

“Opened my eyes to the possibilities,” not that he thought Owen would do something as foolish as open fire on him or hurt him in any way. “I guess I’ll take solace in the fact that I am one of his favorites,” referring to the boys father of course, “he ranks highly on my list and is respected, something I do just give out to anyone,” respect had to be earned and Owen had definitely made that happen. Alessandro, as weird as it had sounded, felt safe around Owen, granted of course his head was a bit rattled at the moment given what Leo was saying. “If you grow up to be even half the man your father is, I would say you made out just fine in life.” He could already see the boys father in some of Leo’s actions and mannerisms, so he had a feeling Leo would make out in life beautifully.

“Isn’t a guy allowed to change his mind?” He asked, of course knowing that it’d been changed rather quickly and probably looked a bit daft, but at the moment he didn’t care too much. Alessandro wouldn’t usually even listen to someone else’s terms, he was the one that made them, not other people, and yet as the kid talked all the older man could do was listen to his words. Either giving him a secret or buying him something worthy, “buying you something seems beneath the both of us. Your family has enough money that you don’t need someone else to buy you anything,” that would be the worse of the two options.

“The problem is, my secrets don’t come cheap, and who’s to say what you have on me is even worth something I keep private?” He asked, wondering just what this kid had that he thought could be worth a private story. Still, the kid had to have something, and Alessandro was willing to bet that it was pretty juicy given the reaction, along with the father urging him to introduce himself. What was their gorgeous family up to? “My mother was the first person I came out to.” He shrugged, it wasn’t a secret that he was gay, but he didn’t share his coming out story with many. “It was my fathers right hand man who took my virginity, my mother always wondered why him and I were so close,” he chuckled at the thought, “my father found out through a slip of Jonah’s mouth and the next day I found out he’d moved to Singapore. It wasn’t until after my parents had died that I had found out the truth, that my father disapproved of Jonah having taken advantage of me like that and had him killed for his insubordination.” Not that Alessandro saw it that way, he’d actually cared for the guy, but his father thought the relationship was wrong because of their age gap, and how close Jonah was to him. “It’s funny how loose lipped my dads henchmen got as soon as he was murdered,” he made sure they held their tongues though after that or he’d cut them out of their mouths. “My mom never disapproved of my lifestyle but my father wanted that big family, a successor, a grandchild,” he shrugged, knowing that he didn’t want any of that, “how’s that for a fact not many know?”

"Is that so? How very dramatic of you, such a shame you don't take the time to listen to people complimenting you. I rather enjoy the sound of it myself" He smirked, not ashamed to admit praise and words of adoration or worship were enjoyed. He didn't need them in order to feel good about himself, but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy the thrill of it either way. Leo may not be directly involved in the work of his father or men like Alessandro but he didn't seem nervous or put out by it. He seemed perfecty at home talking to a man like this and clearly knew how to make a good bourbon.

"I'm sure you do handsome, though you're looking a little nervous. It couldn't be that sweet, little me spooked you with my words?" He asked with a coy smile and mischevious eyes that danced with a cunning that was different from his father's but was still clear that he took after him in some ways. He sauntered past, hips swaying as he went to refill his own drink and let the man stew a little in his thoughts and worry for a little bit. Leo doubted many people could rattle Alessandro so he'd take some pride in that.

"I thought you said you were good?" He replied, taking a swig of his drink before setting it down. "What indeed, might need to think about it for a moment" He hummed, letting the moment linger before chuckling. "Relax handsome, I'm not looking for much..." He trailed off, tilting his head. "Well, you have a few options. You could tell me something about yourself that you tell very few people, something personal and important" He offered, before his smile grew a little more. "Or you could buy me something that you think is worthy of me" He declared, eyes lingering on the man.

"Now you could tell me something that was a lie or insult me with what you intend to buy and if that's the choice you make...by all means" He remarked, almost as if even those choices would reveal something that the older man wasn't aware of yet.

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Renan chuckled, a small sheepish laugh, as the other called out the fact that he stated not wanting to be a sugar daddy, and then basically made himself the definition of the word. “I know what I want, in this case you, so why wouldn’t I be determined to make it happen? I’m not above working hard for what I want in life. I’ll put the blood, sweat, and tears into it if it means succeeding,” and he wasn’t going to lie, right now he was all in when it came to Casey. Sure, it might have been stupid to fall for someone with the profession that Casey has, if anything Casey had men falling for him every night because the charm was just another part of the costume. Only things were different between Renan and him - he couldn’t explain how but he knew just things were different.

“I’ve wanted that since the first night I saw you,” not just as a stripper, but Renan saw all that could be, not just all that was. That first dance he paid for, just to be close to the other, although his mind was reeling trying to think of every possible thing that’d kill the erection that was threatening to take hold. It took some coaxing but the other seemed to go along with most of Renan’s ideas, sleeping over, cuddling after they’d had sex, so many small intimate moments that made up one big bundle of affection, but Renan couldn’t have it all. Casey was still so damn reserved even though Renan was trying to accept and welcome him with open arms.

Renan had hoped the other would be open with him, but when he finally admitted to how he was feeling, Renan couldn’t even believe what he had just heard. All this time Renan had thought that the feelings were one sided, that they’d never be reciprocated, and here the other man was basically telling him they had been for just as long. “Casey,” he wasn’t even sure how to respond as his brain was still trying to wrap around the fact that his heart had actually found it’s other half, it could finally be complete. “You don’t need to protect yourself from me,” he shook his head as he welcomed the man further against him as his hug tightened, “I’d never do anything to hurt you, your heart, everything you have is safe with me.” Renan would make sure that Casey knew just how much he had meant to him too, but that last sentence just broke Renan as he actually felt a stray tear fall from his eye. This is all he had ever wanted, for his love to be reciprocated, “you won’t regret it, I won’t let you.”

"Oh sweetheart, you must hear yourself saying that right?" Casey couldn't help but chuckle a little at the slightly lighter moment as Renan refuked the title of sugar daddy...and then explained what he wanted which was exactly that in many ways. Then came the jealousy thing and while it had mostly been lighthearted, perhaps there was something to it. "It's not...maybe jealousy isn't the word, but you are so...determined for us to be a thing. For me to see you in a way that I don't see anyone else, perhaps I...enjoy that. Knowing that with all your charm and romance and passion..." He trailed off and hummed gently. "It's nice to feel like you want me to be all yours."

Then he felt himself being pulled into arms, so close and feeling strong arms and warmth and those eyes gazing at him like they were looking into his soul. He couldn't run from this feeling, as much as he had protected himself as best he could...it was like just one look from Renan and it all fell away. Sometimes he thought about how the other wasn't looking for a date or a boyfriend...but a forever. That was so daunting and terrifying and he should just run now, run now and never look back but-

"...That I've been yours the very minute I couldn't say no to the first date" He finally said, eyes locked on Renan and knowing that there was no going back from this. No more hiding, no more running - he couldn't escape this feeling. Eyes locking with his before swallowing a little and daring himself to keep talking. "You are the one thing I couldn't have predicted or protected myself from..." He admitted as he took just a little step forward, allowing himself to be completely wraped up in Renan's embrace. "I was always yours Renan..."

[betweenmuses]

"Do you actually want answers to these questions or are they just an attempt to pretend like you're not going to go see him anyway. No shame if you want to save face" Owen remarked with a smirk of amusement. "As for what he has to offer that you can't get from me, well...that's for you to find out isn't it?" He remarked, clearly not about to give Alessandro any specifics or details and clearly enjoying this moment of clearly peaking the man's curiosity. By the time Alessandro was walking off to the pool, Owen was watching with a knowing smile on his lips and giving a wink back to his handsome partner in crime. But clearly sticking around to either keep an eye on things or perhaps enjoy the show.

Leo, on the other hand, was currently enjoying himself on the sun bed - the water from his earlier swim clinging to his toned, well muscled but lean body. At the sound of another voice, he slowly dragged his sunglasses up and let them rest in his wet hair, eyeing the man up and down and seemingly unphased by his blunt question. "Are you needing me to inform you whether or not you're special?" He asked, coy smile on his lips. His father's smile even if he looked mostly like his long since gone mother.

"As for my clothes, I tend to wear what I want - particuarly on a hot day by the pool and those who see me are either welcome for the view or can suffer in silence if it bothers them" He added, but there was no malice in his tone. Mostly amusement. "Let me guess, tall dark and handsome...free to wonder around this place without guards. You must be father's new favourite, Alessandro" He concluded. "I was wondering when father would introduce us" He hummed, almost acting like he knew something the other didn't.

[betweenmuses]

"I don't want to be your sugar daddy," he shook his head, especially considering he didn't feel he gave off that sort of vibe, "I just want to be your equal, who happens to buy you whatever you want," alright, so basically a sugar daddy, but he didn't want to think of himself as such. "You actually want me to be jealous?" He asked, curious as to why the other would want to put that sort of stress on him. Being jealous meant feeling uneasy and Renan didn't want that to be the case, "I want to explicitly trust you, to know that no matter who puts their dirty hands on you, i'll be the one you'll be coming home to, to help you wash the filth of the day off. To be jealous would mean you'd be showing others an interest that should only be reserved for me," he didn't want that, he didn't want to be the jealous type.

That next question though, Renan’s eyes widened as he looked the other up and down, “Casey, I never-“ wanted to be a problem was going to be his response, but then the stripper began telling him the kind of problem he was having, and as Renan listened, instead of feeling bad about it a smile began to shine across his face. All these rules that were meant to keep Casey at arms length away from people, to keep himself safe from getting attached, he seemed to break every last one of them when it came to Renan. Renan had broken past every last defense and he actually reached up to make sure his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest because this was a whirlwind admission. “Why is that?” He asked, “what makes me different?” He knew what made him different, but he wanted to hear it come from the other.

That last remark had Renan staring at the other with the most dumbfounded expression for a moment. “Casey,” he reached out, taking the others hand in his own as he pulled him into him, immediately wrapping his arms around the other to hold him class. He wasn’t sure in which direction the things Casey had been holding on to would go, which made him really nervous, but he wanted the other to know that this was an entirely safe space to say them. “Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you want to tell me, I will respect every last word that comes out of your mouth.” This could be it, this could be the other telling him he no longer wants to see him, and he doesn’t want Renan to keep bothering with him. “You can’t keep holding those thoughts in, darlin’, please tell me what’s on your mind.” Perhaps it’s something he could fix, make better for him, “please, just don't keep pushing me away, you've got to let me in.”

Perhaps it was a lot at once, but Casey was perhaps a little tired of dancing around things they needed to talk about. Not to mention he was always a little off his game with Renan, the mask he crafted for everyone else just...slipped with him. Like those warm eyes and caring words just had a way of making him fall apart a little. He still remembered the first day he saw them across the club, he should of known a man like this would be trouble. How did you combat such sincerity and genuine affection? Apparently you just...didn't.

And then Renan was saying those things, talking about paying for his life and taking care of him and tending his needs. Aftercare when things were too much, acting like Casey was something to be adored and treasured. He couldn't give a quip to that or be flippant, not when it was said with such...genuine feeling and it made him weak in the knees just thinking about it. He was even quiet when Renan talked about his feelings on Casey's work and even now all the other could talk about was trusting him and his worry being for his safety and happiness and...it was almost too much.

"I'd hope it be at least a little bit of jealousy, what with you apparently trying to be the most romantic sugar daddy around" He managed a joke, but it felt weak on his own ears as he just...gazed at Renan before licking his lips. "...Do you have any idea how much of a problem you are for me?" He finally asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I have rules in place. No dates with clients, if I sleep with them then never fall asleep in bed with them. No letting them give me pet names or seeing them outside of hours..." He trailed off. "Yet I've broken every single one of those rules for you" He muttered - brown eyes searching Renan's.

"There are things I want to say but I'm terrified to admit them."

[betweenmuses]

“I prefer worshiping on ones knees, not silly words I’ll never listen to,” the quickest way to impress Alessandro was to be at his every wish and command, and there would never be a time where all he’d wish to be told was that he was special. He demanded more out of people, to be treated like the top tier member of society that he was, but that could all come to light later on - for now, using the word that Owen had used earlier, as much as Alessandro hated it, he would behave. Even just the thought had him shuddering a little, but the kid here did have a point, he wandered into a lions den without any security detail, and if he overstayed his welcome, it wouldn’t take much to dispose of him. Even fighting back, one guy taking on all of Owen’s goons that were no doubt scattered about the property could never end well.

As the boy further explained why he’d referred to Alessandro as one of his fathers favorites, the way he was saying it actually made sense. Of course he wouldn’t allow just anyone into his home, that would be foolish and could lead to problems later on, and yet here he was walking freely about the property without Owen seeming to care. The thing that alarmed Alessandro the most though, which made him take a cautious step back and look around to take in his surroundings, was the fact that the kid had laughed - like there was some big joke that everyone was in on except for him. What would happen if Alessandro had set himself up by thinking Owen was an ally, to walk into his home thinking the two were on equal playing ground, was this some sort of elicit trap that he’d been too foolish to see coming? He was better than that, he liked to think he could sense trouble and had a keen eye for danger, but what was so funny right now?

“I’m good for now,” were they going to try to drug his drink? Would that be how the powerhouse that is Alessandro finally gets what’s coming to him? By poisoned liquid? He was being foolish though, his own goons had known he’d been coming here, if he were to come up missing certainly his family would wreak havoc on this household. “On second thought, a bourbon,” fuck it, he needed a drink now that the kid had his mind racing with the possibility that he stupidly walked into his own death sentence. “I prefer the mouthful,” he smirked, taking the glass as he brought it to his lips, that first pull of the bourbon burning like hell, a sure fire sign that it was top shelf. The boy, dangling an answer to Alessandro’s current confusion in front of him like a carrot on a string, had Alessandro taking another drink while remaining focused on him. “Well, what is it then?” Then the mention of a price and of course that piqued his interest, “and what price would that be?” He asked, curious to see what price this boy would put on information.

"Hm, who knows. Maybe behind all those good lucks and nice clothes is someone who deeply wants to be told how special they are by a pretty face" Leo countered, an impish little smile on his lips. It wasn't even so much that he believed that to be true but he enjoyed teasing the man either way. "True, other than suffering from the fact they're not me or they're not with me" He chuckled before slowly getting to his feet and sauntering past the taller, older man and heading to the bar by the pool. The water clinging to his sun kissed skin as he began to rummage around for something to make before glancing back at Alessandro.

"Want something? Seems only fair since you finally got the courage to come talk to me" He grinned, making himself a gin and tonic and would make something for the big guy while he was behind here. What could Leo say, he was feeling generous. Leo did laugh, however, at the remark about not believing he was one of Owen's favourites. Clearly the young man knew a few things that Alessandro was unaware of when it came to Owen and his views on the man.

"That's cute that you think that. My father has respect for people but typically at a distance. Yet here you are, a prominent powerhouse in my father's line of work and not only has he made an ally of you but has invited you to do business with him at his home. Not his office or one of his holiday villains. But his home. Would you let just anyone into your home, Mister Mancini?" Leo asked, finishing his own drink and the others if they had requested one. Saunterig a little closer, charming and cunning smile on his lips as he handed the man his drink.

"Leonardo Matthews, but Leo is what I typically go by. Usually too much of a mouthful for others on the daily bases" He remarked, flitatious smile on his lips before taking a silent sip of his drink. "But there's no need to ponder or guess why my father is doing this. I know the reason, if you're curious" He offered before his smile grew a little. "For a price of course, knowledge is power after all."

[betweenmuses]

"Do I look the type to need to be referred to as special?" He didn't care what others thought about him, special was such a superficial adjective, it held no meaning or value to him. Alessandro couldn't get over how close his and his father features matched, something he hadn't noticed from far away but now they were undeniable. "Nobody is suffering when it comes to that view," either they'd like it or they'd fucking love it in secret, and the only suffering would be not being able to have their hands all over him. Case in point, Alessandro right now, needing to behave for Owen's sake, to retain this families comradery, when all he wanted to do was get a hold of the boy and see just how nicely he could contort.

"I wouldn't necessarily consider myself one of his favorites," unless if Owen had said something, in which Alessandro would no turn away such an honor. To be a favorite of a crime boss, someone who knows the underbelly of the city as much as he does, meant afforded security that Alessandro would never pass up. "I think of it more as, mutual respect," something that he didn't show many people, but Owen had never given him a reason to question his intentions. Their meetings were to the point, everything would be laid out on the table, and there was no beating around the bush. Of course Alessandro respected to hell out of the other for that - he didn't get that very often with the other families he tried to do business with. "Perhaps that makes me a fool, wandering around without guards, who knows where your families goons are hiding to jump me." He wasn't in danger being here though, but he could joke about it a little, though his expression remained stoic for the most part.

That hum caught Alessandro off guard, though he tried to pay no mind to it, "maybe he was protecting you from me." He asked, or perhaps it was the other way around? Perhaps this boy was capable of big things and Owen was securing their families alliance by keeping the son would could fuck things up away from it. Alessandro didn't really know the reasoning behind any of it but he'd hoped it had at least been a good one. "Or maybe he just wanted to keep me all to himself," not that there was anything going on between them, but still, perhaps Owen thought it was nicer having Alessandro's full attention instead of only a partial amount of it. "Whatever the reasoning, he's insisted we make introductions now," and Alessandro was pretty fucking happy about that, "you know my name, what do I call you?"

"Do you actually want answers to these questions or are they just an attempt to pretend like you're not going to go see him anyway. No shame if you want to save face" Owen remarked with a smirk of amusement. "As for what he has to offer that you can't get from me, well...that's for you to find out isn't it?" He remarked, clearly not about to give Alessandro any specifics or details and clearly enjoying this moment of clearly peaking the man's curiosity. By the time Alessandro was walking off to the pool, Owen was watching with a knowing smile on his lips and giving a wink back to his handsome partner in crime. But clearly sticking around to either keep an eye on things or perhaps enjoy the show.

Leo, on the other hand, was currently enjoying himself on the sun bed - the water from his earlier swim clinging to his toned, well muscled but lean body. At the sound of another voice, he slowly dragged his sunglasses up and let them rest in his wet hair, eyeing the man up and down and seemingly unphased by his blunt question. "Are you needing me to inform you whether or not you're special?" He asked, coy smile on his lips. His father's smile even if he looked mostly like his long since gone mother.

"As for my clothes, I tend to wear what I want - particuarly on a hot day by the pool and those who see me are either welcome for the view or can suffer in silence if it bothers them" He added, but there was no malice in his tone. Mostly amusement. "Let me guess, tall dark and handsome...free to wonder around this place without guards. You must be father's new favourite, Alessandro" He concluded. "I was wondering when father would introduce us" He hummed, almost acting like he knew something the other didn't.