"It's a huge turn on! I never got the chance to be with a frat boy, or to be a sporty guy. I get to live a life I've never had." Ben continued teasing , laughing as Jude brought up the private school days. "You know, maybe we need to take it a step further. We have to play some sports. I need to see you in your sweaty glory." he grinned as he properly climbed onto Jude's laugh, stroking his hands over the man's shoulders as they kissed. "I love you," he reminded sweetly as he offered him a little massage. "Jamaica? A beach? I'm ready. Take me now. I'll even buy a speedo. Whatever you want." Ben giggled as he pecked the other again. "It sounds perfect, really."
“My ‘fratty broness’ is a turn-on, huh?” Jude questioned, grinning as he did so. He laughed after saying it before adding, “I can go back to my days at private school. Ya know, when I was the star of the polo and lacrosse teams, and when none of the other guys knew how much I liked cock.” He grinned again afterwards, another laugh following, too. Ben kissed along his jawline, and prompted by the touch of his lover, Jude turned to capture their lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away with a smile still on his features and murmured, “My family have a place in Jamaica if that helps… all quiet and secluded. It’s not really known to the public, and you can always guarantee privacy. Plus, it has a private beach and a pool too…”
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"cute enough to devour." the older man was quick to respond, not missing a beat. as nervous as he was, he would be stupid not to make his intentions clear as well. the tension had been long growing, and he knew well enough that it was coming to a peak. "i'll try to find something good then." he winked right back, standing up straight as she got ready to go. "you know these quick visits always break my heart poppy," he hummed, walking around the counter to walk her towards the door. "have they been getting better with the clean up?" he asked, holding the glass slab open for her. it may have seemed desperate, but he couldn't help but want to continue the conversation for as long as he could.
poppy was glad to know she wasn't looking like a shrimp and she'd have to figure out a way to fix her posture, but that was a problem for another time. right now, she was impressed with peter's knowledge of internet memes. when she wasn't tattooing, she was online promoting her work among other things. "cute enough to eat ? " she tilted her head, not being subtle about that one. it was no secret that she planned on getting into his pants one way or the other. she placed the vinyls in her crusty tote bag, listening to peter and nodding along. " you can bring whatever you'd like ... " she winked at him, curious to see what he would choose. wine would certainly seem romantic and beer would just be... well beer. " i'll text you my address, i need to go back to the shop and make sure my apprentice broke down my station and mopped the floors. "
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"Do I? Do I what? Know that we've been fucking? Yes, the aches in my legs and back are a constant reminder." August was quick to argue back, annoyed that Freddie was returning the sass to him.
"Force me? Force me? You didn't even fucking ask me. You never even asked about my feelings. It's not like I'm in the closet or something like that." he felt the need to clarify. Sure, maybe he had been a little nervous, but was that any reason to run on and get someone else. "It's just a dickish way to go about it. Feel kind of like a bed warmer." August laughed as he put his hands on his hips, pacing in a circle.
"Do you?" Freddie retorted, bitterness laced in his tone of voice. They didn't like the hot and cold of whatever he and August had. Freddie had been openly queer for years and whilst he was sympathetic to the other perhaps needing to navigate some things in life, he had enough going on in his own life to need to traipse through it with him too.
"Look," his voice was gentler, "I just wanted to let you know so we can put an underline on all this. I'm glad we had fun, but I want something more than that - and I don't want to force you into something you don't want, or aren't comfortable with."
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August slowly began to nod as he tried to gauge how to respond. He was typically a big fan of running away, and pretending he never felt a thing. Yet at the moment he'd prefer screaming at Jack. He settled for somewhere in the middle. He swallowed back his anger and narrowed his eyes at the other. "Right so I was just....to pass your time then? You know. Until you found someone you prefer to spend your time with?" he asked, not hiding his frustration.
"I get it we were just fucking around or whatever but why the fuck would you wait so long to say something huh? I know my feelings would have been hurt either way to be honest, but you're making me feel like some after thought." he crossed his arms over his chest.
Jack wasn't one to usually just fool around with someone, and he would've fully committed to August if he thought that was what the other wanted especially after having spent so much time together, but he'd made it pretty clear in the beginning that he'd never dated a man, and Jackson didn't want to push that. So he'd been cultivating a relationship with someone else while still spending time with the other man, not wanting to change anything until he was officially seeing the other person.
But, when he brought it up, this wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting in the slightest and he was taken a back for a second, hazel hues looking back at the other, brows furrowing slightly. "I uh - " he paused, his hand running through his dark hair. "Not exactly. But we didn't decide to be exclusive until just the other day, that's...that's why I'm telling you."
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Ben felt a shiver go through him as he was called a Good Boy, his lower lip catching between his lower lips. "Please," he begged quietly. "Don't stop calling me that." A low moan rumbled from his chest as he felt her fingers, his dark eyes focused in on her as he moved from his core to her lips. "Fuck," he was barely able to murmur as he leaned forward, his fingers eagerly teasing her as she led his hand between her legs.
"You have no idea how often I've thought of this." Ben grumbled, leaning forward to attack her chest with a few kisses as his fingers felt along her slit, the tips just barely brushing across her clit when she shifted. The moment he felt the pressure against his own bundle of nerves, his back arched off the bed. "A-Anything you want." he grumbled, spreading his legs as his hand moved to rest on her hip, trying to make sure she didn't go anywhere. The second she pressed into him, he slowly ground his hips down, chasing the feeling. His eyes fell shut, and his head tilting back. This was all so new to him, yet it felt just like the dreams he'd had of her. He was afraid he was going to wake up at any moment. "I want to touch you too," he whimpered.
Talia lowered herself slightly, peppering kisses on his chest and down to his stomach. Her hands groped his flesh, the vampire wished to touch every surface of her lover's gorgeous body. "Good boy..." The vampire mused when the man spread his legs for her, a playful smile danced on her lips as she stared down at her lover's core. The vampire wasted no time, and slowly slid her finger across his slit. "You're so wet..." Talia retracted her fingers, and licked the juices from her long fingers. Talia grabbed her lover's hand, placing it between her legs. She shuddered, since she too was really riled up. A sigh escaped her red lips. "See what you do to me?"
The vampire fantasized about this moment for many nights. Her hand stuffed between her legs, while thinking of what Ben would look like under her and succumbing to pleasure. Talia moved, so that now she was standing above Ben's bare thigh. Her hand returned down, now rubbing slow circles around his clit. Her movements were agonizingly slow. "Spread your legs a bit more, my love." The vampire instructed. A finger slipped inside him, Talia's eyes focused on his face to gage his reaction. She moved her face, her bare cunt now grinding against his thigh.
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"Yeah well, you look pretty shitty when you factor in how much money you have." Joanne was quick to shoot back as she rubbed a hand over her face. She was annoyed because she knew Beatriz was right. She hadn't gotten any sleep since Thomas became a toddler.
"I'm going to tuck it in my shorts and that is going to be the best you get from me, baby. I need to know how you found me, why you looked, and why now." Joanne huffed as she slid the safety on the gun, and placed it back in her pocket. She backed into the apartment, a silent invitation for her ex boss to follow her in. "You can't stay long either so you know. State your business, all of that shit." she waved her hand as she tried to quickly pick up the living room, hoping there was nothing that gave away there was a child in the house, and knowing that she had no time to hide it all.
It was difficult tracking Jo down. Dead ends lead to even more dead ends, and the head of the Giordano family was getting restless. To say that she was angry when one of her most valuable assets up and disappeared would be an understatement. But with the help of a few others, she was able to track the brunette down. And now here she is, in front of a very dingy door of a very bad looking building. "Well hello to you to." Two years passed, and Jo still looked the same. "You look like shit." Beatriz commented with a small chuckle leaving her.
"I came to see you." In her years of working in this kind of business, Beatriz could guess pretty well when someone was carrying. "Could you put whatever it is you're hiding behind your back down, please? I am not here to hurt you." The woman placed her hands up in mock surrender, but truthfully she did not mean any harm. Jo really did look exhausted, and the place she was living in left a lot to be desired.
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"Oh c'mon you know I didn't mean it like that." Samar was quick to whine, shaking his head as he moved to get down on his knees before her. He took Prema's hands into his own, kissing gently at her knuckles to win her over. "Someone of my age? Listen to how you're talking to me now." he couldn't help but to tease back with another peck. "It's not that quick, I'm afraid. In fact it feels even slower. It drags. Yet, with you I don't mind that...I get a chance to cherish you." Okay maybe he had spent a little bit too much time around writers, during the romantic period, but he rarely was able to show how he was felt. She was an exception.
"So you want to stay young forever but you don't want to be a vampire, eh? I don't care how others look at us but....if you think being alone would make you happier then you can be my guest." he shrugged towards the door, dropping her hand as he pushed himself back up. "I know what I feel for you is real, and try as you may, you can't deny you feel similarly."
"That's a low blow, vengayam," she told him, though he may not have been intentionally referring to her string of divorces. "Right. It was naive of me to think you'd get sick of it by now." It, as in whatever this thing was between the two of them. "But I suppose a few decades is just a millisecond to someone of your age." She sighed after a brief glance at his face, which remained forever the same no matter how many centuries passed.
"You know, I'm only gonna get older. I'm not like you." The beauty's gonna run out eventually, she was afraid to say. She was scared it was already running out, really. How much longer would Hollywood let her play the lowkey fuckable mom? "Not too long from now, people are gonna assume I'm your grandma when they see us together. Is that gonna make me happy?" She paused, then added, "I have no intention of ever becoming... like you." A vampire, obviously.
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"Hey personally, I liked the episode when I was dead body number three. I got paid to just lay around and let my arm flop when the detective bumped into me." Atticus let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. He was easily pulled back into the conversation after their little kiss. "Fuck, yes, poke sounds so good." he all but moaned, kissing Jason again, letting it linger a little longer this time. "And then after you're cuddling me tonight. I'm tired of being a backpack. Your turn to be the big spoon." he smirked as he pulled out his phone to go through door dash.
"You made such a pretty murderer. Is it any wonder they gave you a lighter sentence?" He joked right back, thinking back to the watch party they had with their friends. Even though Atti had tried to be casual about it at the time, Jason was way more than proud of him. "We'll get whatever you want." His boyfriend had done more than enough for him, relenting to his needs. He kissed him and gazed at him gratefully. "We can order from that new poke place we've been meaning to try? Carb and starchless, though maybe not if you're not feeling fish tonight."
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"A shrimp? Is this like the worm question?" Peter asked with a laugh and a scrunched up face. "No. I mean well like...kind of because of the height but you're not all curled up if that's what you meant." he said, leaning forward to get a better look at her. "And, for the record, if you were a shrimp you'd be the cutest shrimp, that's not so bad is it?" he crossed his arms on the counter as he met her eyes again. He took a moment to respond, mostly because his brain was short circuiting, but he did his best to try and make it seem like he was thinking about whether or not he had plans. "...yeah." he finally hummed, slowly nodding. "I'd like that. I can bring beer or wine or something?" he offered with a tilt of his head, doing his best to gauge what she wanted out of the home visit. It'd been a long time since he'd had any sort of situation and/or relationship, and he was quickly realizing how rusty he was.
even though poppy was excited about her haul, she had something else on her mind. " do i look like a shrimp ? " she asked, trying to stand up straight, but she felt like her posture was shit. tattooing was hell on the body and she was starting to feel it. she cracked her neck before she walked up to the counter and greeted peter with a grand smile. " bathory and ... goatwhore. " her eyes lit up at the second and third vinyl, she was looking forward to playing them on her record player later. " want to come over and listen to them with me ? " she asked, getting straight to the point, because why not ? " it's the least i can do, since they are on the house. "
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auggie's eyes fell down to the other's toast, before he let out a soft sigh. "i mean, i think it'd make a difference-" he had begun to argue before hunter continued to talk. he let his hands fall to the table with a bang. "start like ours? what? because we were friends first? because we fucked before getting feelings?" he asked, wanting to figure out what specifically he had done wrong.
he'd never been one for confrontation. typically he'd shy away from any hard conversations, or move on to fucking the next person. yet there was something different here. he wanted hunter. he liked him. maybe more than that. "you're such a dick dude. why would you hide it from me? obviously you felt something too otherwise you would have told me."
hunter was messy. prior to even hooking up with august for the first time, he had recently broken up with his on again/off again boyfriend, a guy he had a difficult time letting go of. sex with august started as revenge. a way to make the other jealous, but somewhere down the line, he realized he enjoyed not just the times they were intimate together, but everything else in between. of course, that was a major problem, which is why when his ex asked to get back together, he was quick to agree, without thinking about it twice. it was just easier being with him, even if it wasn’t what hunter wanted deep down inside. breaking the news to the other was proven to be difficult, especially with his reaction. especially when he looked at him like that.
“yeah.” is his response, not daring to look at the other as he put butter on his toast, an excuse to avoid eye contact. at his following question however, the blonde lets out a sigh and looks back up at him. “would my response to that question really make a difference?” he questions, setting the toast down onto a plate. “look, it’s just easier this way. i like you auggie, i do… but hookups that start the way ours did – do they ever really have a happy ending?”
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"Poppy, you're right in time." Peter grinned with a grin, leaning forward against the counter as she entered. "Your Bathory just came in, and a couple others I think you'd like. You know. On the house." How else was a record store owner supposed to flirt anyway? He'd been enjoying the little flirtationship going on between them for a few months now. He'd even got his first tattoo in nearly fifteen years while trying to impress her. "How's it going over there today?" he asked with a nod towards her shop, and a grin. @cannib4l
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"no, i totally get that. i've never really been able to get too far from here because of that either." kali shrugged off his reasoning for being here. she didn't judge, at least he had escaped if even for a little bit. she was preparing to offer to take him out right then and there when he asked about appointments. she couldn't help but to laugh before she began to shake her head. "we take walk ins sometimes. i think i can squeeze you in." she tilted her head, looking him over. "what were you thinking anyway?" kali started to walk back towards her station, waving for him to follow her. she figured she'd show him some of her work so he knew she wasn't some hack.
it's only when she's fully let go of him that his body begins to feel a little more normal . he's already sure that these'll be feelings he'll be forced to re - examine later when he's trying to sleep but those seem like problems to deal with then . for now , he's just going to have to push past the awkwardness he feels and maybe even force himself to follow through with his now slightly skewed original plans . " it's cheaper to live here than my old place . " he regrets the words as soon as they come out . while not untrue , he wonders if it makes him look worse off than he really is . the last thing he's hoping to push around town is that he's struggling with one thing or another . " yeah , lunch is cool . i don't know what's good around here anymore so i'll just follow your lead on that . " on cue , the little guy running his brain is jamming the reminder of why he's here to begin with , " are tattoos by appointment only ? i probably should've called to find out in advance . "
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Kali noticed the awkward hug, but she held onto him a moment longer before pulling away. "I do, yeah. I'm a tattoo artist now." she laughed, rubbing her hands over his arms as she pulled away. "Rich you look great, but what on earth are you doing back here?" she asked as she finally let go, not wanting to overwhelm him with touch or anything like that. "Sorry, that was actually probably insensitive. Ignore me. I have no manners." she waved a hand in apology. She hadn't thought much about Rich in the last few years, she'd never regretted turning him down. Maybe Kali just hadn't ever realized how calous she had been all along. Yet, there was always something quite sweet about him, wasn't there? She swore there was. "We should get lunch sometime if you want. I'd love to catch up."
getting himself to accept defeat and move back to his hometown wasn't something done with ease . maybe that's why he had chosen to lock himself in the deepest corners of his room for days after the re - settling period had ended . it's most definitely where he wishes he still was but there's no longer any real point to not accepting that this is where his life was at . however , there's no part of that pep talk he'd given himself earlier that is saving him right now . being rejected years ago isn't something he's ever held onto but having her be the first person he's really interacting with has to be a sick joke from the universe . " he — oh . " before he can get anything else out , she's hugging him and his arms feel like a foreign object he's forcing to move in weak attempt at reciprocation . " i'm guessing you work here now ? "
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be so for real, if i gif YOUNG kyle maclachlan would y'all interact with him?
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